The feeling of waiting to be hung is Much like the feeling of smoke in my lungs Hobby or habit, either way I'm done What a conscientious web I've spun Someone asked me how I'm doing I've got an answer you probably won't like I can't find the words to say that I can't hang when I'm high Oh yeah, well I guess I'm fine They all want to talk about the things that they did back in School. And I don't want to think about the things I'll never do Oh, I think I'm ready to leave my Body tonight, so I don't feeling nothing So quick to leave all my friends behind, would they notice I'm missing But every time I think about the afterlife, it's so very frightening But still, I'll leave my body tonight, so I don't feel nothing Oh yeah, alright How do I look, How do I sound? My eyes fixated on the tile grout Iron gum, mojave mouth My teeth, are they falling out? Conscious self leads to constant doubt And I think I'll just go lay down Somewhere where no one else is around And listen to Know By Heart Because I'm freaking out Have I ever really been myself? They all want to talk about the things that they did back in School. And I don't want to think about the things I'll never do Oh, I think I'm ready I think I'm ready to leave my body tonight